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Dear Father
I don’t miss you. My mother tells me stories of how i used to wait at the door for you. Even cancel plans because it was your weekend. I don’t remember any of that. I don’t get why i should miss you. I’m always asked if i miss you? The world makes me feel like i should but what am i missing other than their idea of their own father.
My dead first love i miss. I miss talking to her, eating with her... fighting with her. I have memories to miss. But with you i never built that connection. I don’t have memories of you no emotional time that i hold. No binding bonds. So i don’t get why i should miss what i never had.